Happy Midsummer!
Jun. 21st, 2007 03:25 amEvohe Litha!!!
Oj, sio I'm not longer tuyping so good now. :P
I'm so gonna hate myself tomorrow.
Speaking of hate... how can one person so full of anger be so full of love at the same time? Will I regret all I've said tomorrow? Will I leave it to lay like so many sleeping dogs? Will I delete it all in shame? Why am I so embarrassed to show emotion? Why does liquor make it so much easier? It's funny to me that a drying, astringent chemical like grain alcohol can be so lubricating to the soul. And the eyes. Maybe it's just the physical pain relief- I can't feel my back or my knees right now. I can't feel my elbosw, or my teeth for that matter.
But I can feel my breathing deepen, I can feel my ribs spread farther apart. It's the solar festival in WoW land & that cheered me up. Why is it a chemical depressant immediately takes away all my sorrow? Oi, so pent up, thinking about us living in Rob's mom's house til we were 90 & she was 170... she won't seel it to us because she thingks if we got our hands on $100k, we'd blow it. I'd stay in my desert, form labyrinths in the back yard, get a dog. I don't really want to go to Washington when I getmy degree... I'm so scared. I'm scared of succeeding if that makes any sense. Scard of moving yet again, throwing all I knoe away. I'm so dafe sna comfy in my dead-end job. I'm such an Excalibwhore. It's all I really knoe, that and I can type 61 words a minute. Oooh, with those skills I can get a $7/hr job anytime I want it.
If levitation were possible, I'd be 3 feet above my chair right now. Maybe I just need to drink more often. I really do belong to Dionysus. No other God has called me like He has. I'd be perfectly content as a maenad or mellissae, chasing the Stag... Wine, tequila, opium... I miss opium. Maybe I just need to be tied & beaten. It's been so long.
Oi, I'm so drunk. I need to quit, it's like an addiction... Music, wine, opium, the call of the horn, Herne, wish Rob was felling better, he'd be so fucked right now.
Oj, sio I'm not longer tuyping so good now. :P
I'm so gonna hate myself tomorrow.
Speaking of hate... how can one person so full of anger be so full of love at the same time? Will I regret all I've said tomorrow? Will I leave it to lay like so many sleeping dogs? Will I delete it all in shame? Why am I so embarrassed to show emotion? Why does liquor make it so much easier? It's funny to me that a drying, astringent chemical like grain alcohol can be so lubricating to the soul. And the eyes. Maybe it's just the physical pain relief- I can't feel my back or my knees right now. I can't feel my elbosw, or my teeth for that matter.
But I can feel my breathing deepen, I can feel my ribs spread farther apart. It's the solar festival in WoW land & that cheered me up. Why is it a chemical depressant immediately takes away all my sorrow? Oi, so pent up, thinking about us living in Rob's mom's house til we were 90 & she was 170... she won't seel it to us because she thingks if we got our hands on $100k, we'd blow it. I'd stay in my desert, form labyrinths in the back yard, get a dog. I don't really want to go to Washington when I getmy degree... I'm so scared. I'm scared of succeeding if that makes any sense. Scard of moving yet again, throwing all I knoe away. I'm so dafe sna comfy in my dead-end job. I'm such an Excalibwhore. It's all I really knoe, that and I can type 61 words a minute. Oooh, with those skills I can get a $7/hr job anytime I want it.
If levitation were possible, I'd be 3 feet above my chair right now. Maybe I just need to drink more often. I really do belong to Dionysus. No other God has called me like He has. I'd be perfectly content as a maenad or mellissae, chasing the Stag... Wine, tequila, opium... I miss opium. Maybe I just need to be tied & beaten. It's been so long.
Oi, I'm so drunk. I need to quit, it's like an addiction... Music, wine, opium, the call of the horn, Herne, wish Rob was felling better, he'd be so fucked right now.